An Interview with Our #1 Top Selling Author, Kat Flannery

Congratulations, Kat, on being our #1 bestselling author. We know you have worked very hard to get the word out about your books and to create your unique brand.

1. Tell us a bit about your books. What are they about?

I have two full-length novels and a novella out with Imajin Books and am currently working on my third full-length book. My first novel, CHASING CLOVERS is a historical western romance. A heartwarming mail order bride story of how love can heal all wounds. LAKOTA HONOR is a darker paranormal historical romance that deals with racism, discrimination and lust. HAZARDOUS UNIONS is a Civil War western romance and takes you on a trail of treason within the Confederate army.

2. Why do you think your books have sold so well?

When I signed on with Imajin Books back in 2011, I wasn’t naive to the fact that I would be responsible in marketing 90% of my work. Most authors make the mistake of expecting the publisher to do all of the marketing. It doesn’t work that way anymore. I researched the publishing industry for years before I even finished my first book. 

I wanted to be educated with the ins and outs of how publishers perceived authors and what they expected from them. Almost every publisher I looked into wanted the author to be responsible for more than half of his or her marketing. From the beginning I knew I wouldn’t be the kind of author that would let my book sell itself. I watched other authors. Cheryl Kaye Tardif was one of them. I mimicked what they were doing. I learned a lot the first year CHASING CLOVERS was out—what works and what doesn’t.

3. Even though you're published by a hybrid/traditional type publisher, you've taken on the role of book promoter. What are some of the ways you've promoted your books?

I watched or stalked certain authors. Cheryl Kaye Tardif was doing so well and she shared everything with me. It did help that she is the head of Imajin Books, but it didn’t change the fact that she worked very hard at promoting her work. I admired that and still do. I utilized every piece of information in her marketing book. 

I put myself out there. I talked to readers, reviewers and online book blogs. For the release of LAKOTA HONOR I was on 27 blogs in one week. I tweet every hour when I have a promo. I interact with my followers and friends. I blast updates on facebook and I use giveaways. On occasion I’ll pay for my advertising. There are some great book sites I’ll market on and the cost is very little. I’ve used BookBub and although expensive, I found it well worth my time and money.

4. What advice would you give to writers considering Imajin Books for their works?

The first thing I tell any aspiring author is to get their work professionally edited. There are two reasons for this; you’ve spent countless hours to write a book you want it to be the best it can be and the only way to do that is to have it edited. The other reason is you’ll have a better chance at getting a contract if your manuscript is clean and concise.

Another point I’d suggest is to be flexible. A publisher, whether it be Imajin Books or any other has their own way of doing things. Be accommodating. They know the industry. They know what sells. Yes, you need to trust them. However, the trust goes both ways the publisher has to trust that you’ll hold up your end of the contract as well. Publishing books is expensive and a publisher is taking just as big a chance on you as you them.

Do not let your ego get the best of you. All publishers know one another, as do editors. If you come across as demanding and difficult to work with you won’t publish with them again, and could potentially ruin any chance of publishing with someone else.

Imajin Books is like my second home and if you’re lucky enough to sign with them you won’t find a better publisher. I’ve met some great authors here and an amazing mentor in Cheryl Kaye Tardif. I wouldn’t be the author I am today if it wasn’t for them.

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New release: HAZARDOUS UNIONS: Two Tales of a Civil War Christmas

Twin sisters separated by war, bound by love…
After the death of their father, twin sisters Maggie and Matty Becker are forced to take positions with officers’ families at a nearby fort. When the southern states secede, the twins are separated, and they find themselves on opposite sides of America’s bloodiest war.
In the south, Maggie travels with the Hamiltons to Bellevue, a plantation in west Tennessee. When Major Hamilton is captured, it is up to Maggie to hold things together and deal with the Union cavalry troop that winters at Bellevue. Racism, politics and a matchmaking stepmother test Maggie’s resourcefulness as she fights for Bellevue, a wounded Confederate officer and the affections of the Union commander.
In the north, Matty discovers an incriminating letter in General Worthington’s office, and soon she is on the run. With no one to turn to for help, she drugs the wealthy Colonel Cole Black and marries him, in hopes of getting the letter to his father, the governor of Michigan. But Cole is not happy about being married, and Matty’s life becomes all about survival.
Two unforgettable stories of courage, strength and honor.
Book Details:
ISBN: 978-1-927792-30-8 (Kindle ebook); $3.99 US; September 7, 2013
ISBN: 978-1-927792-32-2 (Trade paperback); $12.99 US; September 7, 2013
Language: English
Editorial Reviews:
"Maggie and Matty Becker will enchant you as they struggle for respect, survival, and love in the Civil War’s troubled time. You’ll sigh with pleasure as you finish each story." —Caroline Clemmons, author of Bluebonnet Bride
"Two very talented authors, Alison Bruce and Kat Flannery, teamed up to write Hazardous Union; Two Tales of a Civil War Christmas. It is the story of twin sisters, Matty and Maggie Becker who are separated at the beginning of the Civil War….One major thing ties them to each other—their upbringing by loving and wise parents. As their stories unfold, they are both able to make a difference in the lives of the people they hold dear. They each solve a different mystery and, at the same time, fall in love. They also witness a form of racism within each of the families, reflecting the mores of the north and the south. The characters and the times are well depicted in this short novel. I highly recommend this novel to Civil War enthusiasts and readers who enjoy a well-written historical romance. If you like intrigue, mystery and romance, this book is for you. It will hold your attention and is a quick read that you won’t be able to put down." —Katherine Boyer, Tear a Page Blog
"Double your reading pleasure with twin passions—two novellas featuring twins Maggie and Matty, and heroes who’ll steal your heart. Alison Bruce and Kat Flannery penned stories that play on your senses like a sonata. A must read!" —Jacquie Rogers, award-winning author of Much Ado About Madams
"Hazardous Unions are twin stories about the adventures of two sisters during the Civil War and the dilemmas they get themselves into. Maggie's story, written by Alison Bruce, tells the tale of a Northern young woman who accepts a job as housekeeper to a Southern family…A wonderfully entertaining and well written novella, with engaging characters and appropriate language for the era. Ms. Bruce knows her history. I will be eager to read more of her work. Mattie, by Kat Flannery, is equally delightful. Unlike her sister, Mattie stays in the North working for a Union General…Even in the midst of war and danger and death, love will have its way, as it does with Maggie and Matty." —Charlene Raddon, author of To Have and to Hold
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Pick up a copy of the bestselling western romance CHASING CLOVERS by Kat Flannery

Mail order bride, Livy Green, is desperate to escape the memories of her past. John Taylor will never love another woman again, but his children need a mother. Will they learn to trust each other, or will their pasts interfere? 

Longing to escape the awful memories and the saloon she once sang in, Livy Green lies about her past so she can be a wife to John Taylor and mother to his two young children. Overwhelmed by the task, she struggles to put her resentment aside and love them as her own.

John loved his first wife and is still heartbroken over the loss, but he needs a mother for his children. When his distant and unfriendly mail order bride arrives, he begins to doubt his decision, though one glance into Livy's terrified green eyes tells him he can’t turn his back on her.

As Livy's past catches up with her and suspicious accidents begin to happen on the ranch, she is tempted to come clean and tell John the truth. But will he send her back if she does? Or will they forever be CHASING CLOVERS?

Available in Kindle edition.

Trade paperbacks available at Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

Featured Author: Anna Patricio

Today's Featured Author is ANNA PATRICIO, an author from "down-under" who has written a beautiful historical/biblical romance titled, ASENATH.

What inspired me to write Asenath?

The story of Joseph of the coat-of-many-colours is one of my favourites from the Bible. Though I have known it all my life, what with having attended Sunday school and all, it was later on that I realised what a powerful and moving tale it is.

I was 17, making the difficult transition from the school I had known all my life to the unknown and frightening university environment (though I later came to love it, even much more than my former school. I loved the freedom it offered). As if that was not difficult enough, my little sister was being operated on for her scoliosis. Needless to say, the stress was overwhelming.

Then, I rediscovered the story of Joseph. Until then, I had thought of him as a distant, larger-than-life Biblical character. But having read it after everything I had been through, I found myself relating to him. I admired too how he remained sweet, strong and kind amidst the numerous travails that befell him. I felt like I was encountering the story for the first time, and fell in love with it.

I delved deeper into my newfound interest. I used to think everything about Joseph was only in Genesis, but research led me to various Jewish folktales, rabbinical legends and even some interesting episodes from the Quran. I never knew there was so much interesting stuff about him out there!

Along the way, I became curious about Joseph’s wife, Asenath. It was as if she was a tiny voice begging to be heard. All Genesis told me was that she was the daughter of a priest of On / Heliopolis. So I sought to look her up. However, the results were scant, not to mention they were all fictional.

I then began to imagine for myself what Asenath might have been like. I somehow like to think that she might have been a strong woman who went through her own share of travails, just as her husband did. The contemporary fiction I had read about Joseph usually portrayed her as some spoiled brat or pampered trophy wife – plus, they didn’t give her much attention. But now, in my novel, she has the spotlight.

Asenath is available on Amazon, Smashwords & more.

Anna Patricio is a lover of ancient history and Biblical stories. She recently had the pleasure of travelling to the setting of Asenath, which is her first novel. She is now playing around with ideas for a second Egyptian novel which takes place in the time of Moses.

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New Release: ASENATH by Anna Patricio

"High adventure and passionate love amid the turbulent world of Ancient Egypt."

―Mirella Patzer, author of THE BLIGHTED TROTH

Two Destinies...One Journey of Love

In a humble fishing village on the shores of the Nile lives Asenath, a fisherman's daughter who has everything she could want. Until her perfect world is shattered.

Check out the reviews so far:

"A captivating love story."

"A true clash of cultures and religion with love as the bridge to happiness."
―Haley Elizabeth Garwood, author of THE WARRIOR QUEEN series

"Absorbing and well researched…beautiful."
―Diana Wallis Taylor, author of JOURNEY TO THE WELL

"An intriguing look at an almost-forgotten woman of the Bible."
―India Edghill, author of QUEENMAKER

"Transports you to an ancient land of mystery and breathes vibrant life into a little-known figure from a well known story."
―Bruce Judisch, author of A PROPHET'S TALE

"A compelling read."
―Deborah Galiley, author of POLISHED ARROWS

"A beautiful, tightly woven story of many colors, both epic and intimate in scope."
–Susan J. McLeod, author of SOUL AND SHADOW

Now available on Amazon and Smashwords in ebook edition

Coming in 2 days! ASENATH by Anna Patricio

Two Destinies...One Journey of Love

In a humble fishing village on the shores of the Nile lives Asenath, a fisherman's daughter who has everything she could want. Until her perfect world is shattered.

When a warring jungle tribe ransacks the village and kidnaps her, separating her from her parents, she is forced to live as a slave. And she begins a journey that will culminate in the meeting of a handsome and kind steward named Joseph.

Like her, Joseph was taken away from his home, and it is in him that Asenath comes to find solace…and love. But just as they are beginning to form a bond, Joseph is betrayed by his master’s wife and thrown into prison.

Is Asenath doomed to a lifetime of losing everything and everyone she loves?


The ebook edition will be available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Giveaway: Rowena Through the Wall by Melodie Campbell

We're giving away 10 free ebook copies of Melodie Campbell's debut romantic fantasy, ROWENA THROUGH THE WALL.

The first 10 people to leave a comment here, including their email address, will receive a coupon code to be used on various file formats suitable for most major ereaders and reading via a computer.

All we ask in return is that you post a short review of ROWENA THROUGH THE WALL on, and anywhere else you'd like.

Remember, the first 10 people to comment with their email address will receive this sizzling romantic fantasy.

"A hot, hilarious, romantic fantasy that enthralls you from the first line. If you enjoy Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series, you'll adore Rowena and her riotous romps in an alternate world…" ―Midwest Book Review

If you'd like to purchase a copy of Rowena Through the Wall or give it as a gift, please visit Smashwords and Amazon Kindle Store

Read an excerpt from ROWENA THROUGH THE WALL, a romantic fantasy by Melodie Campbell

Warning: the following excerpt contains adult material and is not suitable for anyone under 18.

Chapter 1

I saw the first one right after class. It was late April and already hot as a Swedish sauna in my home town of Scottsdale, Arizona. Kendra Perkins had stopped me to ask about a mark on her undergrad veterinary assignment, and while I was moving my hair away from my neck and longing stupidly for winter, I looked over her shoulder and there he was.
The man was extremely large and very blond. He wore a banded tunic with leggings and had leather bands on both his wrists.
My first thought was, how the heck had he gotten to the back of the classroom without me seeing him? Especially with that long gun-metal gray sword that was hanging from a belt at his waist.
I blinked twice and stared. He didn't move.
Crap. He appeared to be real.
"Is there a medieval festival in town?" I asked with a little skip in my voice.
Tunic-man looked right at me, startled. His eyes were ice blue.
Not one of my students, I realized. I'd never seen the guy before. And believe me, I would have remembered. Scary and way too attractive. Well, let's just say scary.
I'd only taught for one term and I'd only been out of veterinary school for a year, but the impetus to protect my students was automatic.
I stepped around Kendra. "Hello―can I help you?"
I managed a smile and that seemed to surprise the stranger. He frowned and bent his head slightly as if to bow. Then he swung around, walked through the wall and was gone.
Bloody Hell.
"Row, who are you talking to?" Kendra asked behind me.
I turned, my mouth gaping. "Didn't you see that guy dressed up as…as…" What, some sort of warrior?
Kendra shook her head. "I didn't see nothing."
"Anything," I corrected.
Somebody was playing tricks. I walked to the classroom door and peered out. The hall was empty. No pranksters jumped out at me. No Derrick, Mark or any other of the motley crew in my first year class.
Kendra eyed me. "You're kinda weird, you know. But in a nice way." This, coming from an eighteen year old with spiky black hair, black leather boots, arm bands and a complete assortment of Goth piercings.
Shaking my head, I let the whole thing drop.

That night, I had peculiar dreams. I was in a world where the sky was azure, the sun was orange instead of yellow and the green was too dark for normal foliage. The edge of the forest looked over a verdant valley. I scanned the sky for birds, as I always do, and saw none. Where were they?
From behind a split tree trunk, a little ground squirrel peeped out at me. It wanted to know what I was doing here, but before I could answer, I heard the pounding of hooves. Whether guided by instinct or by something more powerful, the squirrel and I slipped back into the foliage just in time to miss being seen by the riders. Horses whipped by us, frenzied mounts with riders clinging to their backs.
I waited until the last animal had swept past us. Waited until the air was clear of pounding. Then I stepped into the clearing.
Down the meadow I drifted, past Queen Anne's lace and clover. No bees hovered over the delectable menu of wildflowers. I called silently and nothing responded.
How could that be? This valley should be teeming with life.
I headed down to the river's edge and tried to get the attention of any frogs or fish that might be swimming in the turquoise water. Two clear eyes looked up at me and I smiled, reaching down to cup the small fish in my hands.
A deep male voice thundered behind me. "Who are you and what in Hades are you wearing?"
As I turned, the scene faded and I awoke in a sweat.

Chapter 2

The second time I saw Tunic-man, he wasn't alone. It was the same classroom, two days later. I was alone, marking papers at my desk. I heard a sound and looked up.
There they were in front of me.
I dropped my pen. "Holy crap, you scared me."
The blond one wore the same tunic and leather get-up. This close, I put his age at mid-thirties, a little old for this sort of play-acting. His companion was blond as well, but younger, shorter and just as bulky.
They looked right at me.
"She's a comely lass," Tunic-man said in an unusual accent. "And she has the look of the Huel women."
The younger man's eyes lit up with excitement. "Astonishing. But is she fertile?"
My mouth gaped. Fertile?
"Excuse me," I said. "I'm right here, you know."
They stared back at me, shocked.
I sighed. "I'm not deaf and that is rather a personal question. Don't be rude." It's always best to talk plainly with students, I find, especially since I'm not much older than they are.
The younger one spoke first. "She can hear us?"
Tunic-man nodded. "Apparently so. Woman, what is your name?"
"Woman?" I pushed back the chair and jumped to my feet. "Are you fucking out of your mind?"
"You don't have a name?"
I was almost speechless. Almost, but not quite.
"I don't know what fraternity you guys are from" I said, "but if you don't tell me what is going on this very minute, I will personally see that you two never ever graduate from anything other than obedience school."
Tunic-man looked at his friend. "They have schools for the obedient here, Janus. We should think about such things."
"This one doesn't look very obedient."
"Perhaps they don't send their women."
I picked up Epidemiology for Veterinary 1 and slammed it on the desk. "This has gone far enough. Leave my classroom immediately."
To my surprise, Tunic-man grabbed Janus by the shoulder and pulled him though the wall.
I watched the empty space for a good thirty seconds before reaching for the cell phone on my desk. I called a co-worker.
"Debbie, it's Row," I said. "Have there been any strangers hanging around lately? Strangers in weird medieval costumes like extras from Lord of the Rings?"
Debbie, of course, laughed and said I was crazy.

My name is Rowena Revel, but everyone calls me Row. Except for Dad, who calls me Red. It's the hair, which is a true auburn and reaches nearly to my waist. It's my one vanity, and by God, I deserve it. I'm not especially tall and I'm not slim. They invented underwire for women like me.
There are worse things though. I may look sloppy in pants and a tailored shirt, but I look pretty darn good in slinky evening wear and satin nightgowns.
That night, I slipped into one of my favorite nightgowns―a Natori―in a sapphire blue. It had spaghetti straps and came with a matching full length dressing gown with lace edging. I had planned to wear it on my honeymoon. That didn't happen.
If I had to tell the story of my life, it would be through the dogs I have known, not the men. I've loved animals all my life. I became a vet so I could care for them. I find, as most animal-lovers do, that little creatures give back a lot more than they take. I can't say my experience with men has been the same.
My expression in the bedroom mirror was sad, but the nightgown was as beautiful as the day I first set eyes on it.
Piper, my West Highland White Terrier pup, yipped and I looked down at his sweet furry face. "Come on, little one. Time for bed."
We settled into the four-poster bed…and into our dreams.

The sky was azure, the sun was orange and the air was as still as it had been the last time.
How could I be back in the same dream?
"Who are you and what the Hades are you wearing?"
I turned, perplexed.
A dark-haired man in a tunic hovered over me. "Well, speak!"
I opened my mouth, then closed it, floundering for words. "It's a Natori. I got it for seventy-five percent off at Saks."
His anger turned to puzzlement. "What is this 'Natori', and where do you hail from that maidens wear such flimsy items of finery? Where are your undergarments?" He crossed his brawny arms in disapproval. "You are obviously not from here. That much is certain."
I took a deep breath. "I 'hail'―as you so quaintly put it―from Scottsdale, and I don't wear undergarments to bed. Besides, I wasn't expecting to be here."
"Wasn't expecting to be where?"
"Oh, for Pete's sake, in this dream."
This was getting absurd. I was starting to feel like Alice.
"So you're a Scot."
Good Grief. "No, I'm American. Scottsdale is in Arizona."
That seemed to stump him, so I took the opportunity to look him over. He was worthy of it. With the sun behind him, his hair looked black, but I could see now it was really a rich brown. Yup, he was wearing the same sort of tunic as Tunic-man and friend, with the leather bracelet thingies. This dream was becoming predictable.
He frowned. "Are you a witch?"
"No," I said slowly, as if talking to a dull-witted child. "I'm a vet."
His brows drew together. "What is your name, vet?"
I smiled with pride. "Dr. Revel, I qualified last year."
He didn't seem impressed. "You shouldn't be out here alone, clad in only a Natori. It's not safe. Who is your father?"
"Tom Revel. And although it's none of your business, my mother was Rowena Revel, nee Trefusus, if that makes a difference. What's this all about, anyway?"
His dark face turned white. "Rowena?"
"It's my first name too, actually. Rowena Revel. But everyone calls me Row."
He sat down. "Rowena Trefusus?"
I nodded. Oh boy. This didn't have a good feel. I wasn't liking this dream at all.
"What about you?" I asked.
"My name is Jon. Jon Trefusus."
I stared at him, my heart hammering. "And that would mean what exactly?"
Before he could answer, we heard hooves pounding over the ground, approaching with great speed. Jon grabbed me, threw me to the ground and covered my mouth with his enormous hand.
He needn't have bothered. I wasn't going to say a peep.
I could tell from the horses that this wasn't a group I wanted to meet. Images of fear and loathing invaded my mind. I sensed pain caused by the lashing of a whip. I tried to tune them out.
Jon held me down. Don't make a sound, his hard gaze commanded. I tried to reassure him with my mind, but my gift never works on people. Especially in dreams.
We were so close I could smell him. Fresh hay, leather and something rather musky. It shocked me to be that close to a man I didn't know. It shocked me even more to find my body reacting so primitively. I squirmed, but he moved his leg over my hips and pinned me down.
After a few minutes, the meadow returned to silence.
Jon pulled his hand away from my mouth, then put his index finger to his lips. He lifted his head and looked swiftly about. Then he smiled an 'all clear'. He was about to say something when I saw him glance down.
I followed his gaze. Oh, crap. My nightgown had twisted and the top, which had been somewhat daring before, was serving absolutely no purpose now.
I saw the hunger in Jon's eyes and tried to roll away. His leg held me down and both his hands pinned mine to the soft grass. I heard him groan as his mouth moved down to my throat.
I struggled as he pulled down the strap of my nightgown and bared my breast. When his mouth latched onto my nipple and sucked hard, I gasped.
Jon tugged at my skirt and I tried to push him away. It was like pushing against a rock face.
"Stop," I cried.

I awoke in a sweat, my heart racing. The light of dawn filtered through a crack in the blinds. It was hot in the bedroom and the thin strap of my nightgown had slipped off one shoulder in the night, baring one breast.
My nipple was damp.

ROWENA THROUGH THE WALL is now available at Smashwords and Amazon Kindle Store

Over the next few weeks, it will become available at Barnes & Noble, Kobo Books, iBooks, Sony eReader Store, Diesel and more.

Alison Bruce is interviewed at Kindle Author

David Wiseman at Kindle Author interviews Alison Bruce, author of the historical western romance UNDER A TEXAS STAR.

"Under A Texas Star is a historical-romance-mystery set in the old west," Alison says. "Marly Landers and Jase Strachan are on the trail of the same fugitive. For Jase, it's a job. He's a Texas Ranger. For Marly, it's personal."
David also asks about Alison's journey to publication and her marketing strategies. Her reply: "Imajin books has been wonderful providing a cool book trailer, press releases and promotional advice and opportunities."

Read the interview at Kindle Author.